Chapter 1: The House
Chapter 1: The House
Everly POV
**Flashback**
”Everly…Come out baby, I just want to talk to you. I know I fucked up. Just give me another chance. I’m sorry I demanded a DNA test. I thought I was infertile. I was just stunned.” He says, trying to manipulate me into forgiving him but I won’t. I have more than myself to worry about now.
“How do I know you’re going to change Theo? What can you do to show me that you’re different? That you won’t act like I’m your prized possession? How can I trust you after everything you’ve put me through?!” I begin to yell, and cry. These damn pregnancy hormones. Theo opens the door and walks closer to me. He gently grabs my chin tilting it up so that I’m forced to look into his dreamy, hazel eyes. The eyes that got me to fall for him in the first place.
“I’m not asking you to trust me immediately but at least trust this.” He says as his hand moves to the back of my neck to pull me in for a passionate kiss.
My body reacts to him instantly, as if we were made for eachother. He pulls away and an involuntarily whiney moan escapes my lips, my body is begging for more. He smirks as he kisses me again, this time his hands rub down my back and sides, slowly making their way to the bottom of my ass. He gives me a quick smack, causing me to jump a little, and then picks me up all while still remaining locked in our kiss.
Theo carries me deeper into his room and gently places me on the bed. I keep my legs wrapped around him to show him I want this. He removes his shirt and I’m in awe. I’ve seen his toned body at least a hundred times but it still makes my heart race. Maybe my hormones are messing with me. Maybe it’s not a big deal that he demanded a paternity test. Those thoughts are quickly snuffed out as he slides his dick in me.
“Mmmm, it feels so good Theo. Ah! Fuck me!”
“Did I say you could speak?” He says as he flips me over to smack my ass.
“No, sir.”
“Be my good little whore and lift your ass up for me.”
The sex didn’t last long, it never does. After Theo is passed out I hear his phone go off multiple times. I get up to silence it for him and see texts from Margot that are of, what I assume, her tits and ass.
*End Flashback*
I wake up from my “restful” night’s sleep. That memory haunts my nightmares anytime I try to better my situation. It was the last time I had seen my daughter’s sperm donor. My brain won’t let me leave it in the past. I loved him so much but there is no way he loved me. You don’t cheat, lie, and accuse the people you love. But, now I’m doing what he told me I never could. I’m going over to look at a house that will get me away from him and the drama.
From what I understood, the house I was looking at today was my DREAM home. A beautiful farmhouse sitting on a few acres complete with everything I need to start my hobby farm. The drive there took about 70 minutes from my current rental but that was no issue for me. As I told my realtor; I don’t care where I live as long as it’s safe and the home meets my criteria. I’m just over here hoping and praying that the house is as beautiful as its Zillow listing…
As I pulled up to what the GPS said was the address I could tell the Zillow listing was at least a few years old. The front yard was almost a forest, which don’t get me wrong, I love a natural yard but this was just plain unkempt. I couldn’t even see the house from the road. As I drove up, what I assume was the driveway, the house finally came into view. The yard may have been unkempt but the house was GORGEOUS. My realtor told me it was a farmhouse but this, this was damn near a mansion. I stepped out of the car in complete and utter awe.
After what seemed like hours (looking at the clock it had only been 10 minutes) the sound of my realtor’s car pulling up the drive pulled me out of my trance. I turned around and stopped halfway when I realized that I had a neighbor, literally 100 ft from my house. Like, WTF... I didn’t want close neighbors. *deep breath* If this is the only thing I need to worry about then it will still be perfect. I don’t want to wait any longer for my own home.
“I thought you told me this was a farmhouse?” I chide my realtor.
“I mean, it is on a farm! Don’t scold me too much. It’s actually under budget but this has been listed for 2 years. The sellers are very picky about who they want to sell to.”
“Okay... what kind of buyer are they looking for? Because I can be anything they want me to be.” I say, only partly joking.
“Let’s not go that far just yet. I still need to show you the interior and the rest of the property.”
We head inside and once again, my jaw almost touches the ground. The interior has been very well kept these past 2 years and I’m greeted with so much natural sunlight it would kill a vampire. On my left there is a spiral staircase with a beautiful velvet runner. The floors appear to be nothing but hardwood and marble (but I’m not an expert). The walls are all painted either grays or dark, moody colors. Which is my whole mood! The first room on our right has a very well put together fireplace and huge bay windows. We walk through a pair of double doors and land ourselves in what seems to be a library or study or maybe even an office. I seriously have no clue what I’m looking at, all I know is that it’s breathtaking.
The next room we see is the kitchen, now THAT, I do know a thing or two about. Being a dietary restriction food blogger I spend my fair share of time in the kitchen trying new recipes. Despite everything else in the house feeling very much old and dated, the kitchen is updated with state-of-the-art appliances, spacious cabinets, and plenty of counter space.
“I knew you would love the kitchen. It’s one of the only reasons I decided to show you the house.”
“You must know me very well... Honestly I don’t really need to see anything else. This place is huge and as long as it doesn’t need work then I don’t see the point in looking at anything else. Have they had inspections done on the home and property?”
“First off, Ouch. Of course I know you, Ev. I’ve only been your realtor for over a year and your closest friend much longer than that. Second, they actually did. They used a local company, the owner actually lives right next door and guaranteed an additional walk through once the sellers approve the buyer. Speaking of which, I have a virtual meeting with the sellers in like 5 minutes if you’d like to join.” Tillie always sounds so professional when she talks realtor, I’m so proud of her.
“Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Sadone. Have you had the chance to discuss the potential buyer, Everly Morris, yet?”
“We have and I must say, she seems almost perfect. We would like to ask her a few questions first and then if you guys are still at the house we can have Ian stop by and do that final walkthrough for her.”
“She is sitting right here, let me get her.”
“Hi! Your home is so beautiful! I especially love the kitchen!” I couldn’t speak high enough praise about that kitchen...
Mrs. Sadone chuckles, “Oh, you’re too sweet. As you know it has taken us 2 years to approve a buyer. We are not concerned about the money but rather what will happen to our home. That home has been in my family for generations but sadly, our children want nothing to do with it. So my dear, what are your plans for the home?”
I hadn’t really planned for that question but I have to come up with something. “I guess if I’m being honest, I’m a food blogger and I am obsessed with hobby farms. Your home has the perfect kitchen for my business and your property has the perfect, well, everything for a hobby farm. I want to clean up, not clear out, the front yard and get goats for the back. I already have a coop full of chickens at a friend’s home that I care for daily. My end goal is to start my future and hopefully keep it in my family for generations.”
I hadn’t really thought about it before but everything I said was the truth. Although I am young, that is my goal in life. Being a single mom is scary but living out here, I know that I can finally begin to heal from my past and allow my future to begin.
“Perfectly said. I think we are officially ready to say goodbye to the old house. Now that we know it will be loved and cherished for years to come. I already let Ian know there was the potential that we would sell today so he should be home. I will call him as soon as we get off of here and he should be right over.”
“Wait... I’m getting the house?! Thank you so much! You don’t know what this means to me, to my daughter. You guys and your families are more than welcome to come by any time to visit and see the house. I will forever be grateful for you!.”
“There you go with that sweetness again dear. You’re gonna give me a toothache, well you would if I still had all my teeth, haha. We are just so relieved to see it go to someone that will care for it. And that it happened while we were still here to decide. Our children would just sell it to the highest bidder. Well, it’s about time we got off here. Tillie has the paperwork for you to sign and then everything should be set. Goodbye ladies.”
I turned to look at Tillie. She truly was an amazing realtor and an even better friend. “Thank you for finding this Til, this was well worth the wait.”
“Girl, you don’t even know the best part! I just signed on a house only 8 minutes away!”
“You did not! That is seriously going to be the BEST thing for me and for Penelope. You are the best friend a girl could ask for.”
“Yeah, I know. Now, let’s go over these papers while we wait for the inspector to come over.”
I don’t even think it’s been 3 minutes and we hear something in the brush to the side of the house. I assume it’s an animal but I am very mistaken. Before I can finish my thought a man appears carrying a tool bag and a clipboard.
“Hello ladies, I’m Ian. Mrs. Sadone said she finally sold the house so I’m here to do the final inspection for you.”
Ian is very attractive. Standing at maybe 6′3 and he had a body built for labor. You could see the muscles in his arms flex with every move he made. His hair was dark brown, almost black and his beard was lighter in color with hints of red when the sun hit it just right. He definitely kept his hair, beard, and face well cared for despite being a contractor. I can only imagine how groomed he is in other places....
Lost in thought, I didn’t realize Tillie and Ian were chatting about the house. I kept my distance, trying not to stare at the carved piece of art that was talking to my best friend about my house. It took about 3 hours to go over everything but the Sadone’s already had the house appraised and my loan was already approved. All I had to do was sign the papers and I was officially a homeowner. Tillie and I thanked Ian as we drove off. I decide to leave my car there for the night seeing as though Penelope is with my parents for the weekend, Til and I are celebrating.
